8. Milk & Honey
Don't take your red ribbons off You're about to make a fool of yourself In the aluminum sunset Drinking from a drain I'm a hundred miles behind myself Milk and honey Pouring down like money Make a poor boy wanna run Milk and Honey Do you wanna love me Under the aluminum sun Did you hear those war torn stories Where the lifeguards slept in the streets In the jungle lands With the cold cola cans You'll get the keys to the city for free Milk and honey Pouring down like money Bring a poor boy to his knees Milk and honey No it isn't funny Living in a garden of sleaze Bangkok athletes in the biosphere Arkansas wet dreams We all disappear Kremlin mistress Rings the Buddha chimes She slips me ruffies Receding hairlines She's all right...touching my body She's all right...on my computer She's all right...selling me watches She's all right...ring on my finger
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